Even the sensation of being carried is amazing. Just being in Eric's hand brings you to orgasm over and over. He holds on to you tighter to keep you still, but his firm grip only makes you cum even harder.
Your constant orgasms prevent you from telling how much time has passed, but through the pleasurable haze you occasionally notice the sound of someone talking to Eric, but you ignore it. So long as the full orgasms in your cock-body continue you don't care.
Suddenly you no longer feel Eric's hand carrying you. The surface you lay on is cold and smooth- some sort of glass or stone? Another hand, one with a much lighter tough, picks you up. You are set cock head up into what feels like some sort of stand. You squirm as the orgasm starts to wipe your mind once more- but then it fades before it comes to fruition.
You try to twitch, to squirm, anything that will bring back the orgasms. Within your rubberized body you remained aroused to maddening levels, but you find yourself unable to cum. While still aroused, your mind clears enough to regain conscious thought. You hear the sound of a two or three persons walking around you and talking. Two female and one male, they talk about...."opening shop"?
Suddenly you realize where you are: you're in Pleasure Island's Gift Shop! That bastard Eric must have sold you, Leon and Jung to them! You'd be more angry, but your arousal keeps you from dwelling on it for too long.
It isn't too long before the sound of the Island's many patrons fills the air in the Shop. The ensuing night leaves you in rapture. You can't think straight enough to count the number of patrons who pick you up and examine you. The ones who squeeze you are the best. Their grips wipe your mind away completely for the few seconds they squeeze. Your mind would be shattered were it not for the magic that transformed you into your rubber form. For a period you are left alone as the rush of customers dies down.
Your waiting haze is broken by a familiar voice. There's no way they would be at the Island! You would leap off the shelf if you still had any physical control. Your wish is granted as they pick you up off the shelf. "Hello there..." they say under their breath. They squeeze you and you lose your mind for a full sixty second of orgasm.
When you regain your faculties you realize you're surrounded by...foam peanuts? You've been placed into some kind of packaging. You've been purchased! You exclaim at the thought! Of all the people to purchase you, it was your secret crush! You swim in the haze of the rubbing foam clusters around you and dream of the pleasure to come...